Hitting Home

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"HEY ARTHUR ME AND LUKAS ARE HEDING HOME WE LEAVE YOU IN CHARGE OF ALFRED!" Turning around I didn't have time to answer as the Scandinavian couple ran out of the club in a fit of drunk laughter. I look back at Alfred who was currently chugging his, what seems like, 20th beer. I take a look at the watch on my wrist and smile as my shift ended. "Come on American Boy were heading to the back." Half carrying the surprisingly light man to the back room I closed the door and walked to my small work locker. "You know Arti," too tired to argue I hummed, " this reminds me back in high school when we would take showers after a game of soccer," as soon as I wanted to look back I was trapped between two strong, toned, arms that kept me from moving . "You never knew but when you changed I always tried to sneak a peek even just a little one. But if someone told me that in 9 years that shy 14 year old boy would be walking around in nothing but an apron,"

I shuddered and closed my eyes, groaning, as I felt a warm pair of lips softly graze against my neck and slowly start to nibble on my soft flesh.  He was drunk and I knew I shouldn't have let him do this, but the fact that he could clearly confess to me in a memory that happened nine years ago, well he couldn't be that drunk. My eyes shot open when I neared a knock but as soon as it came it left. I was pushed into the privet employee bathroom and was pinned to the door instead. Back agains the door I looked up at Alfred who still had me caged between his arms but was now panting and had his eyes half closed while staring down at me. "Oh lord." Taking ahold of his collar I pulled him down, I still had to stand on the tip of my toes, and met him with a kiss. I heard a door behind me either open or close but I was too busy with Alfred's lips to actually worry about someone entering the back room. I felt a tug at my bottom lip and groaned pulling the American even closer. My body was pushed against Alfred's with said mans hand. Giving out a sound mixed between a moan and a soft groan I closed my eyes as Alfred softly moved his covered shaft against mine. I felt him starting to suck and bite my neck again as the handle behind me moved. Reaching behind me Alfred took a firm grip on the handle to make it stop moving. When the person behind the door found that useless they began to knock on the door.
"Is anyone there?" I shut my eyes and panted as Alfred moved his mouth up to my ear and placed his knee in between my legs. "Aren't you gonna answer? They're not gonna recognise my voice." Gulping I rubbed my growing erection against the taller mans leg. Calming my breath another knock came this time louder. "Y-yeh I hear yo-u. I'm going to ta~ke a while." letting out a grunt I rode Alfred's leg as the American just smirked at the sight hand still gripping the door handle.
"Ugh fine I'll go use the public restroom." Hearing the door close Alfred's grip loosened as he removed his leg from in between mine almost making me fall from the lack of support. Alfred's laughter filled the room as he grabbed my hips and pushed us together attacking my mouth as he took a hold of my ass. I was then turned around again my back pressed against Alfred's chest as he rubbed against my bare ass.

Arching my back I tried to grip the wooden door making my fingers burn. The fact that my bare bottom was rubbing against his jeans made me the more sensitive. After a while Alfred's hands removed from my hips. I was left leaning against the door, over simulated, I heard the toilet seat get put down and a zipper being pulled down before I was pulled back by my apron.  Turning around I fell on my knees only to come in contact with Alfred's erection. Looking up at said man he only gripped my hair and pushed my head forward. "Suck"

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